Husband! Nanami Reassures You When You're Self-conscious About Your Insecurities.

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synopsis: you are sick and your loving boyfriend/husband worried about you.

character [separate]: Nanami Kento x reader, Gojo Satoru x reader, Suguru Geto x reader, poor! Toji Fushiguro x reader, Sukuna Ryomen x reader, Choso Kamo x reader.

warning: SFW sweet & fluffy asf, suitable for all genders

words: 2030.

Kento N.

You've been sick for two days after a weekend in the mountains with Nanami. Feeling guilty for exposing you to the cold, he's been trying his best to take care of you, as he knows so well how to do.

"I feel guilty.. because of me that my love is sick." he whispered, his gaze filled with remorse.

You shook your head, the warmth of his gaze comforting you more than the blankets you had on you. "It’s not your fault, Ken, I’m the one who didn’t take care of myself enough. You have nothing to reproach yourself for."

You couldn't help but smile. You kept telling him that it wasn't his fault but yours for not being covered well enough but he wouldn't listen. You see him working with as much attention. He continued to watch over you, bringing more tea, adjusting the blankets around you with almost military precision, and cracking his clumsy jokes, just to see you smile.

You dozed off for a moment, enjoying the warmth he brought, but you woke up quickly when he leaned down gently to place a kiss on your forehead.

"Do you want me to bring you something else, or would you rather just stay here, quiet?" he asked, his voice soft, almost a whisper. You looked at him with a tired but sincere smile. "Just you, Nanami. That’s all I need to feel better."

He smiled, a glint of tenderness in his eyes, and settled down next to you, making sure not to move until you were fully recovered. In moments like these, you knew you were in good hands.

Gojo S.

You sneeze once more. Gojo, who was already looking at you with worried eyes, abruptly gets up from the chair he was sitting in. He takes his phone and dials the number of one of his available doctors.

You're sure of it because you barely started coughing, Gojo wanted to call but you managed to convince him that it will pass. It doesn't end up being the case.

You roll your eyes with a sigh. "Gojo... that's ridiculous. It will pass, it's just a little cough.", he gives you a half-offended, half-stubborn look. "Ridiculous? You're sick, it's a national emergency, baby. Do you want me to wait until it gets worse and you're bedridden for days?"

Before you can even answer, he's already talking to a doctor. "Yes, good evening, Doctor? It's Gojo Satoru. I have an emergency. Yes, it’s serious. My love has been coughing and sneezing for a few hours, and I think it could be… something serious."

You stifle a laugh despite yourself as you hear him exaggerate the situation. "Gojo, it’s not the Black Death either!" He looks at you and signals you to be quiet. "Shh, I’m handling it." Then, he continues with the doctor. "Yes, okay. Very well. I’ll write everything down and we’ll come if necessary. Thank you, Doctor."

As he hangs up, he looks at you with a triumphant smile. "Here, I’ve got it all planned out. Rest, hydration, and a list of medications just in case."

"You know you’re being dramatic, right?", you say, crossing your arms. "Maybe.", he replies, sitting down next to you. "But if it keeps you healthy, I’m willing to be ridiculous."

And despite your initial annoyance, you can’t help but smile. Gojo had this unique way of showing you how much he cared for you, even in times when you would have preferred him to calm down a little.

Geto S.

Lying on the couch, a soft blanket wrapped around you, you tried to fight the fever that had been pinning you there since the day before. Your nose was stuffy, your throat was on fire, and every muscle in your body seemed to scream in pain. All because of that stupid outing in the rain he had insisted on doing.

"It’ll be okay, you’ll see, a little rain never killed anyone," Geto had told you with his mischievous smile, as he led you on an unplanned walk, under a threatening sky.

But now, he was looking at you with remorseful eyes, a tray in his hands, containing hot soup and a glass of water.

"I’m sorry," he whispered for the umpteenth time as he placed the tray on the coffee table.

"You’ve said it ten times already," you replied in a hoarse voice, a slight smile stretching your lips despite the fatigue. “But I forgive you… even if I’m a little angry with you.” He crouched down beside you, his serious gaze fixed on yours.

"You should be very angry with me. I should never have insisted. But now, I’m going to make up for it. You just have to ask, and I’ll take care of it, understood?" You nodded softly, amused by his authoritarian tone that betrayed a great deal of guilt.

"Then stay here. That’s enough for me."

A comfortable silence settled between you. He sat down next to you, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders. Then, with a tender gesture, he brushed a lock of hair from your forehead.

Toji F.

You've been sick for a few days now because of a meal Toji made for you with expired leftovers from his fridge (he didn't pay attention to the expiration dates). It was his clumsy way of making you happy for once, but instead, you're sick because of him. Eaten up by guilt, he did everything he could to make it up to you.

To make matters worse, he had wanted to buy you what you needed to heal and comfort you, but he had quickly found himself facing a problem: he didn't have a penny in his pocket. He had ended up asking you for your own card to pay for your medications and your favorite meals.

"I’m so sorry, baby… I’m ashamed, really… I’m not worthy of you," he whispered, his voice almost shaking. You coughed slightly before giving him a reassuring smile. "It’s not your fault, Toji. You deserve me, and you know it. You made a mistake, it happens to everyone."

Toji looks at you silently, hesitant, then he sighs as he runs a hand through his hair. "You say that, but I keep screwing up… I meant well, and look where it got us. You stuck in bed, and me paying with your card when I’m the one who made you sick…"

You reached out a hand to grab his. Despite his clumsiness, you knew his intentions were sincere. "Toji, what matters is that you’re here for me right now. You’re doing your best, and that’s all I ask of you."

He smiled before leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. "You’re such a good for me." With a tired but genuine smile, you replied, "Because I love you, even if you don’t do everything perfectly."

Toji then took a blanket to put it on your shoulders and wrapped you gently. "Now, I'll take care of everything. What do you need? Water? Another herbal tea? Is your pillow well installed?"

You laughed softly, touched by his sudden protectiveness. He was rarely like this even though he loved you. "Toji, calm down, it’s okay. Just sit with me, that’s all I want."

He nods, almost relieved that you’re not asking him for anything more complicated. He sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around you to hold you close. "I promise, I’ll do better next time. But for now, at least let me cherish you as best I can."

Despite your fatigue and your persistent stomach ache, you had found comfort in his arms, feeling all his sincerity in his clumsy but loving gestures.

Sukuna R.

You fell seriously ill because of a servant of Sukuna, who poisoned you with a tea, consumed by jealousy towards your relationship with him. When he found out the truth, his anger was like hell, horrible and without real words to describe. Without the slightest hesitation, he killed her mercilessly.

Sukuna returned to your bedside. Despite his often impassive air and his terrifying reputation, he did not hesitate to take care of you with surprising attention. His hands, so accustomed to killing, were surprisingly delicate in touching you.

“Rest.” he orders, his tone intended to be authoritative, but with a hint of gentleness in it. He has summoned the best healers, demanding that they examine you and treat you immediately. You know he blames himself, even if it’s not his fault.

When they left, he stayed by your side, sitting on the edge of the bed. For a moment, he simply observed you, his dark gaze softened by an almost indecipherable expression. You were so beautiful even when weakened.

“If you would have died because of her, I would have never forgiven myself,” he whispers, his voice low but filled with a weight you’ve never heard before. You crack a weak smile despite your extremely tired and weak state. He was so gentle with you in private, more than he would have liked.

"I'm fine... thanks to you Sukuna. I love you.", he doesn't answer, his voice could become weak in front of you, he doesn't want to. He wants to be strong for you. He stands there, watching over you without a word, as if he refuses to take his eyes off you even for a moment, not letting anyone in.

For the first time, you glimpse a side of Sukuna that perhaps you must have known: a man capable of protecting without hesitation what he considers precious.

"I love you too."

Choso K.

You were lying on the couch, your face pale and your eyes half-closed, a warm blanket wrapped around you. The flu had caught you after her day spent with Choso, accompanying him to a tattoo parlor. You had insisted on coming to support him, but the cold morning air, combined with the hours spent in the poorly heated room, had gotten the better of you.

Choso, who never stopped blaming himself, watches you with a worried expression. He sits down next to you, gently stroking your hair, a tenderness in his gesture that contrasts with his usual air.

"I told you you didn't have to come," he murmured, his eyes filled with guilt. "I could have gone alone." You open your eyes slightly and sketch a tired smile, his voice hoarse but soft. "But I would have missed you, Choso. And besides... you knew I would insist on being there with you, even if it was to get you tattooed for hours."

He breathes, a slight frustration in his voice. "I'm sorry... You shouldn't have been exposed to all that." You shake your head gently, although your weakness doesn't stop you from wanting to reassure him. "It's okay... It's not your fault. I should have covered myself better, that's all."

Choso gets up and goes back to the kitchen, he prepares you a cup of hot tea that he brings to you delicately. He sits down next to you, making sure you were comfortable before handing you the cup.

"Drink this, it should help you a little. And I'm staying to watch over you, you can't refuse." You take the cup with a weak smile and take a few sips, enjoying the warmth that returns to his body. Choso smiled at you and brushed your forehead to check your temperature.

"Okay but if you give me a little tattoo...", she whispered, a playful wink. Choso smiled softly, leaning down to give you a kiss on the forehead.

"Maybe next time, when you're in better shape, I promise."

He stayed there, watching over you, ready to do anything to make you feel better. In his eyes, you could see all the sweetness and care he had for her. You knew he would do anything to make you happy.

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Nanami finally comes home after an interminable day. His colleagues were unbearable, his boss had foisted more last-minute work on him, the coffee from the vending machine tasted horrible... but the worst part of it all? It was the absence.

Your absence.

He had missed you terribly. You, his wife, his refuge, the only one capable of erasing the gloom of a daily life that was slowly killing him.

When he pushes open the front door, tired but in a hurry, it's your body he instinctively seeks with his gaze. And he finds you, on the couch, half asleep, bathed in dim light.

You are sublime. Your black lace nightie hugs your body like a second skin, so short that it reveals the base of your thighs, so thin that it hints at the full curves of your breasts. Your skin seems soft, warm, almost unreal.

You are there, spread out on the couch. He closes the door behind him, gently, as if not to break the magic of the moment. His steps are slow, controlled, but every fiber of his being already wants you.

He steps forward, kneels between your slightly parted legs, and spreads them a little wider, tenderly, with a silent hunger.

Your pussy is already wet, glistening, as if your body had anticipated his return. The thought of you waiting for him like this excites him even more. You are such a devoted wife, willing to satisfy him.

At the same moment, you open your eyes. Your eyelids flutter slowly, your gaze, still clouded by the torpor of sleep, meets his. You smile, surprised but pleased to see him, and before you can even say a word, he leans towards you and captures your lips in a deep, almost desperate kiss.

His hands, large and firm, rest on your waist, sliding over your bare skin down to your thighs. He caresses you like a hungry man, thirsting for you. His fingers linger on your warm skin, leaving shivers in their wake. He slowly moves up your stomach, his lips gently moving along your jaw, then your neck.

You moan softly, your body instinctively arching under his caresses. You place your hands in his hair, clinging to it gently, guiding his face against your chest, which he soon covers with feverish kisses.

He whispers to you how much he's missed you, how much he's thought about you all day, how much he's needed you.

You hug him tighter, your breath quickening because your body knows what he wants. Nanami devours you with his gaze, then kisses you, slowly, as if he wants to memorize every inch of your mouth—even though he already knows it.

He's not rushing. He's savoring it. Because he's waited for this moment, fantasized about it, and now that you're here, offered up, vibrant, he intends to make you come as you deserve because you are his beautiful wife after all.

a/n: I thought about doing a sequel, but I'm not sure... let me know if you want a sequel! Tyy for reading 💗 ⟢﹒ masterlist

You don't know when you lost control anymore.

Perhaps when his almost unreal blue eyes lingered a little too long on your cleavage while you were changing the sheets on his king-sized bed. Or maybe when he grabbed your waist to pull you through, his hand sliding just a little too low, brushing the base of your buttocks. You wanted to believe it was an accident. Professionalism requires it. You gritted your teeth and continued your work. But he never stopped playing with you.

Satoru Gojo. Handsome as hell, rich as hell, arrogant enough to make you shudder. Your boss. The kind of man you would never have dared to touch given your 'lower' social status. Until now.

He pinned you against the living room wall, a predatory smile playing on his lips, before tearing you away with a wild french kiss. And now here you are, straddling his thighs, his thick cock buried deep inside you on the pristine white couch of his penthouse, soaked with your mingled fluids.

"Fuck... I should have fucked you much sooner, baby..." he groans between thrusts, his raspy voice rippling through you like a hot caress. "Your pussy... it sucks me like a hungry slut."

You moan, head thrown back, mouth half open, unable to answer him. Your back arches with the ecstasy gnawing at you from the inside. Each thrust of his hips makes you lose a little more of what little lucidity you had left.

Your pussy sloshes loudly around his cock, every inch of flesh rubbing against your sensitive walls, so deeply that you feel his head hit your cervix, almost painfully. Your breasts bouncing with each shock, your trembling legs barely holding up. His hand slides between you, his fingers resting on your burning clit and beginning to rub it in slow, pressing circles.

"Can you feel that? You're so fucking tight around me..." He stares into your eyes, a predatory smile stretching his wet lips. "You want to come all over my cock, right? Go for it. Let it all out, baby."

Your stomach twists with the need and his words, your heart pounds, your muscles tense.

And suddenly, you scream, your whole body shaken by a brutal, electric, ripping orgasm. Your back arches, your sex clamps down on him so tightly that he lets out an almost animalistic grunt.

He doesn't give you time to breathe. His hands grab you, turn you over, push you onto all fours on the sofa, your cheek pressed against the still-warm leather of your own body. You don't have time to protest. He plunges back into you with a single thrust, brutal, deep, and powerful.

"Look at you... my horny little maid," he murmurs, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back. His chest presses against your back, his mouth brushing your ear. "You're taking me so well. You were meant to be mine, weren't you, baby? Fuck... I could fuck you every day."

His words humiliate you as much as they excite you. You feel his pelvis slamming violently against your ass, his balls slapping against you with each thrust. His fingers wrap around the back of your neck, not too hard, just enough to make you moan like a bitch.

Your breasts rub against the leather as he thrusts into you again and again, as if he wants to leave his mark deep inside you. You scream, you moan, you beg without coherent words, your face glistening with sweat and tears of pleasure.

"You're going to make me come..." he growls, his voice raspier, deeper, like a plea. "You want my cum, huh? You're just a little container for my cum now, aren't you? Answer me, baby."

You nod frantically, panting, almost mad with desire. "Yes... yes, Sir, fill me..."

He grips your hips harder, pushes his cock into you one last time, all the way to your cervix, and unloads inside you with a long, throaty grunt. You feel it, his hot, thick cum, filling your womb, running down your thighs. He stays there, motionless, his chest pressed against your back, your breaths matching in a panting, exhausted breath.

Then a long silence.

He slowly sits up, runs a hand over your buttock, caressing it almost tenderly, and spreads your creamy folds.

"You'll have to clean this couch now, sweetie." He smiles mockingly. "Or maybe I'll keep you for... another kind of service."

You're unable to reply. You collapse onto the soiled leather, your body still vibrating with the jolts of pleasure, your pussy dripping with his white, slimy substance.

a/n: I'm not really a fan of gojo, but I had this idea that made both my lips smile 🤭 ⟢﹒ masterlist

study sheet. nerd bf! gojo satoru x fem! reader

You stand at your desk, staring at the study sheets Gojo just placed in front of you. Each sheet is colorful, neatly organized, and decorated with little hand-drawn hearts in the corner. Gojo smiles at you, his glasses falling down his nose.

“Here, you’ll really need these for your exam this week,” he says lightly.

You take the sheets, a little surprised. “Gojo, you didn’t need to do that… It’s so cute, but I’ll manage, don’t worry.”

He stares at you for a moment, his smile widening. “Are you kidding? I did this for you, not to make you think you could manage without me. We both know you need these sheets… and me.” He let out a small laugh, as if stating the obvious, and winked at you. Is he still the same shy nerd you fell in love with?

You looked at him, pleased but also embarrassed by all the attention. He had put so much care into those cards. It was so simple, and yet so... Gojo. You felt both touched and a little guilty for not helping him even though you didn't know he had done it for you.

"Thanks, nerd. But at this rate, I'm going to send you to the exam instead of me, you're a genius." You laughed lightly, appreciating his gesture.

He shrugged, a casual look on his face. "I don't think I'll pass. You're prettier than me for anyone to think it was you."

You smiled, then without thinking too much, leaned towards him. The kiss you give him is sweet, a little shy, but full of sincerity. Gojo seems surprised for a moment, but he returns the kiss with a tenderness he doesn't usually show.

"You're an idiot," you murmur, pulling back slightly, a tender twinkle in your eyes. "But you're also incredibly cute."

He bursts out laughing, a flash of pride in his eyes. "I know."

He knows everything anyway.

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nerd in love. nerd bf! gojo satoru x fem! reader

The library was almost empty at this hour, bathed in dim lighting. Only a few dedicated students remained at the tables, absorbed in their studies. Gojo, however, was absorbed in everything except his coursework.

Sitting across from you, he was staring at you instead of reading his quantum physics textbook. His glasses had slipped slightly down his nose, but he made no effort to push them back up. His chin rested on his palm, and his other hand absentmindedly played with the corner of a page.

“You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”

You barely looked up from your notes.

“Doing what?”

Gojo let out a long, dramatic sigh and slumped against the table.

“Being this beautiful. How am I supposed to concentrate when my handsome girlfriend is sitting right in front of me?”

A small, amused smile tugged at your lips, but you didn’t respond immediately. You scribbled one last note before setting your pen down and crossing your arms.

“You do realize this is a study session, not a date, right?”

Gojo pouted.

“Why can’t it be both?”

“Because you have an exam tomorrow, and you don’t want to end up crying over your test paper.”

He shook his head, looking mock-serious.

“Wrong. I can ace my exam and flirt with my girlfriend at the same time.”

To prove his point, he adjusted his glasses and proceeded to recite a complicated theorem while maintaining unwavering eye contact with you. When he finished, a triumphant smirk stretched across his lips.

“Impressed?”

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile still playing on your lips.

“A little, I admit. But you do know that doesn’t mean you can stop studying, right?”

Gojo pretended to think for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But I’d rather focus on you. You’re more than just some variable, Y/N. You’re a constant in my heart. That’s way more complex than any mathematical equation. My heart beats irregularly just like a complex curve.”

You sighed, but his nerdy analogies made it impossible to hide your smile.

“You’re such a nerd, Gojo.”

“Correction. A nerd in love with you.”

His smirk softened as he took your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“And a nerd who plans to keep you forever.”

Shaking your head, you let out a laugh, knowing there was no escaping Gojo’s antics. He was insufferable, dramatic, and a certified genius. But at the end of the day, he was your nerd. And that was an equation you had no intention of solving.

a/n: I decided to do a series of drabbles on nerd gojo🤓 soo if you want me to tag you let me know.

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🌹 for valentine's day

JJK SFW

- #1 : you are sick and your loving boyfriend/husband worried about you.

- #2 : you have insecurities and your loving boyfriend comforts you.

- #3 : valentines day with your boyfriend/husband. 🌹

- #4 : the difference in size between your hand and your bf/husband's hand.

Nanami Kento

#1 - #2 - #3 🌹 - #4 - #5 - #6

Nanami Kento (+18 vers.)

#1 - #2 - #3 - #4 -

Izuku Midoriya

#1 - #2

Ryomen Sukuna

#1 - #2

Gojo Satoru (+18 vers.)

#1 - #2

- need help!? : you help your overworked colleague to solve his little -big- problem.

- be rude : you want your husband to be rougher with you.

- divorced but… : your ex-husband fuck you months after your divorce.

- nerd gojo series 🤓

- tumblr girl : your bf fuck you on the couch.

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Fem Virgin Crusader!Reader x Jealous Jotaro… and Kakyoin (characters aged up to 20’s!!!)

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, loss of virginity, jealous awkward asshole Jotaro.

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Jotaro hated himself. He cursed himself every day. Why did he choose to be so stoic and distant? When you joined the group, he instantly had feelings for you. You were the most gorgeous creature he ever laid his eyes on. But, as if you were a wild animal - or was he the wild animal? - he never got too close. Never showed his feelings. He should’ve known that would be a mistake.

You were left “available,” Polnareff and Kakyoin in particular using their charms on you and flirting almost constantly. You would smile and blush and coyly soak up the attention. It made Jotaro sick. But things got so much worse one night while staying at a hotel. Jotaro had woken from a fitful sleep and stepped out on his balcony. He then realized Kakyoin was nowhere to be found. In the night he heard a woman moaning breathily, gently sighing profanity.

Peering to his left, he saw you, sitting on your own balcony, a graphic scenario taking place. Your silky robe was opened, exposing your soft looking breasts in the moonlight. You sat with your legs opened, the redheaded man kneeling between them, lapping up at your entrance. Jotaro’s heart began to pound as he watched your back arch in the night, your body tensing as you whimpered a shaky, “Nori.”

Jotaro dashed back inside, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted you to have seen him or not.

The next day, you and Kakyoin were noticeably closer, staying near each other even more than usual and brushing hands. Jotaro had never felt so repulsed. What else had you done with that damn cherry licking bastard? Did you suck him off, too? Let him fuck you? Did he take your virginity?

Jotaro decided everything would change, starting tonight.

When making new rooming arrangements, he argued that you should not be rooming alone, given the danger. Kakyoin quickly spoke up to offer to stay with you, but Jotaro didnt let him get a word in edgewise.

“I don’t sleep very deep, I can stay on watch for her.” With that he grabbed your arm and pulled you along with him, practically tossing you into your room.

You were confused by his actions; why was he so adamant now?

Now that you two were really alone together, he felt his heart race. Was he… nervous? Any nerve he had to confess to you or kiss you was gone. Vanished. He awkwardly stalked off to the bathroom, but before he shut the door he heard your sweet voice ring out, “Thank you for staying with me.” You had figured you should be grateful to him at least. Without a response he shut the door.

He immediately began showering, thinking about his overwhelming feelings and his new plan. Did he tell you he liked you? Loved you? Wanted to fuck you? All of the above were true. The warm water running down his body helped him calm himself and his wild thoughts. He still hadn’t gotten that visual out of his mind: you, in pure ecstasy, because of Kakyoin. It made him so fucking jealous but it turned him on so much. Remembering how your beautiful face contorted in pleasure, your heaving chest, your rosy nipples… he looked down and saw his cock was now rock hard.

Without hesitation he grabbed hold of it, pumping furiously. He imagined the visual over and over again, and how your sweet moans had filled the night air. He finished embarrassingly fast, cum dripping down his hand and mixing with the steaming water. God, he felt pathetic. There he was touching himself to thoughts of you when he could just go in there and take you himself.

As night fell, you both wordlessly got into your separate beds to sleep. He cursed internally that you weren’t wearing whatever gorgeous silk robe you had on the previous night. After half an hour, you rose from your bed, thinking Jotaro asleep, and went into the bathroom. When you emerged, you had changed into the very silk robe he’d been thinking about, and sneaked towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Jotaro’s accusatory voice startled you. You slowly turned around, holding the robe very close to you. “U-um… just for, um…” your mind blanked for an excuse.

Jotaro stood from his bed, coming towards you. His aquamarine eyes seemed to pierce through the darkness into you. “You were going to see Kakyoin, weren’t you?” he interrogated. You nodded slowly. “Is it that obvious?”

Jotaro stopped his advancing when he was very close to you, towering over you. He simply cursed, “Lucky son of a bitch.”

Your eyes widened. You finally figured it out. He was jealous. If only he knew. If only he knew how you felt, how conflicted your heart was. You loved Noriaki dearly, he drove you insane. But, like a whore, you couldn’t shake your attraction to Jotaro. He never gave you the time of day, but you secretly wanted to be railed by him just as bad.

You stayed still, hoping he’d make a move. You both simply stood there in the dark, looking at each other. You finally broke the silence by slowly opening your robe, revealing that you were completely naked underneath. Jotaro’s facial expression remained calm but you swear you could see him blush even in the darkness. You raised a finger to your pussy, gently rubbing against it. Faint wet sounds were easily heard. You parted your lips and stated quietly, “I’m so wet.”

That was it. Any fears or awkwardness Jotaro had about pursuing you, it was gone. He grabbed your body, pulling you into him as he kissed you frantically. You moaned out, both surprised and passionate. Jotaro placed both arms underneath your backside and picked you up, not breaking the kiss, as you wrapped your legs around him. He carried you to his bed, tossing you down as you both caught your breath.

He laid next to you, panting slightly both from the deep kiss and from his heightened feelings. You sat up and hovered over him, smiling as you opened your robe more to show him your breasts. You shoved them against his face, him craning his neck up to meet you. You felt his mouth around your nipple, licking and sucking, causing you to let out a moan. He moved to your other nipple, giving it the same attention, before breaking away.

He swapped your positions, getting on top of you and pinning you down. He gently ran his fingers across the silken robe, that for some reason drove him crazy. You grinned, “Nori bought it for me… he gave it to me last night… and he made me come on his mouth…”

Jotaro’s jealously flared up briefly, immediately asking, “Did you fuck you? Did he have you? Did he penetrate your sweet hole?”

You grinned again, “No… I promise… no one has ever had me that way,..”

Jotaro suddenly felt an uncontrollable rush. He ripped his tank off and hurriedly removed his boxers. You meanwhile began to remove the robe, but he stopped you. “No… leave it on… I want to take you in it… fuck you in what he gave you…”

You felt yourself get even wetter. You pulled the loose sleeves back up and eagerly awaited what he would do to you. As soon as he was naked, he dove down between your legs, eliciting a gasp from you as his tongue darted out and started searching for your sweet spot. After a few seconds you breathed, “Oh yeah right there, right there,” and he moved his tongue in every which way in that spot. He looked up at you with lust filled eyes as he finally got to see what he wanted. Your pretty face, all overwhelmed and contorting, because of him. Not Nori. Him.

His cock was achingly hard but he didn’t want to fuck you yet. He had to prove he could be as good as Kakyoin- no, better.

Your moans got needier and you finally, quickly, orgasmed right into his waiting mouth. He swallowed down your juices like it was nectar. He moaned as he felt your thighs clench around his head. You cursed and moaned until you had completed your sweet, sweet, climax, relaxing your body.

Jotaro quickly came back up to you, giving you a wet kiss that let you taste your own fluids. You grinned and licked your lips, saying, “It tastes so good from your lips… almost as good as off of Nori’s.” You knew that would drive him crazy, and you were right.

In an instant he flipped you over, sliding up the robe to uncover your ass in the air, as he pumped his cock in preparation. You whimpered in anticipation as you braced yourself for his entry.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for his size. You practically yelled as he slowly went in, and it suddenly occurred to Jotaro that Kakyoin might be able to hear you from his room next door. The thought made him feral, deciding he would hear you.

Once he was in he began to pound into you, causing you to squeal and moan. “Say my name!” he demanded. You sighed and cried out, “Jotaro!”

Jotaro huffed. Being balls deep in your tight pussy, your round ass for a view, hearing you scream his name while his rival likely heard? He was ready to cum already.

But no, he wanted it to last. This was too good to stop already. He pumped slower, hearing a sigh of relief from you. It was nice, savoring your wetness and tightness, listening to the lewd, wet slapping sounds and your labored moans. God, you were like his own personal pornstar.

But you were more than that, too. He loved you, cared about you. And from the way you so willingly gave yourself to him, he was guessing you felt the same. He had his whole life to savor you. That was a nice thought.

And with that thought came the sense of urgency again- if he had forever, why not rush it now? He began to pound again, making you moan. He gripped your ass tightly, thrusting incessantly.

“Oh fuck! Oh! Jotaro!” you cried out as you felt your second orgasm of the night. It washed over you as you spasmed and shivered. Hearing your climax pushed Jotaro over the edge, his thrusts faltering as he came inside you, filling you up. Once he was finished, he pulled out of you and laid next to you, exhausted.

You both caught your breath and you laid your head on his chest. Only now did he look down and see the little bit of blood mixed in with your bodily fluids, the sign that he’d taken your virginity. He looked over at you and you gave him a tired smile. He confessed, in his usual gruff tone, “Good grief, I think I like you.”

You kissed his chest and replied, “I think I like you, too… but I also really like Nori… I think I like you both… do you think I can do that, like you both, I mean? I love your personalities, your words, your bodies… I cannot decide.”

Jotaro wasn’t expecting you to say that. He was jealous again for a moment - he thought after what you two had done you were automatically his - but his jealousy faded when he realized what you were really saying.

You did love him. Your feelings for Kakyoin didn’t change how much you liked him, or the meaning of what you shared. You were a horny, naive girl in her 20’s, still figuring it out. Who cares if you liked two men? Who cares if you wanna have fun with both of them because you truly care? He had gotten what he wanted: your body and your affection.

You kissed Jotaro again before standing, going to the bathroom to clean up before emerging and heading back to the door, turning to your lover and saying, “I’ll be back, Nori’s waiting.”

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Nanami Kento when he comes home after long hours of work, he takes you by the waist while you are in the kitchen preparing a simple meal for the two of you.

Nanami Kento rests his head on your shoulder and places delicate kisses on your skin that smells of vanilla while you ask him how his day was.

Nanami Kento just grunts to avoid the subject and prefers to return the question to you. His day was shitty partly because of Gojo but it was no longer thanks to you. You are the sun of his life so everything is better.

Nanami Kento slides his two large firm hands under your -his- t-shirt that is way too big for you but that suited you so well. His slightly cold hands on your warm skin go up to your chest. You didn't have a bra. Was his wife such a slut for him?

Nanami Kento smiles at this thought because he already knew the answer. His hands cup your breasts and knead them gently. Small moans of satisfaction come out of your mouth which excites him.

Nanami Kento whispers to you to finish quickly. He doesn't want to eat dinner but only his pretty perfect wife.

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